Big Manga

"Your editor-in-chief thinks too much of me."

After watching the news, Meng Huo wiped the sweat off his face.

"Is there? Meng Huo, you should be more confident!"

Alice smiled slightly: "I came here today just for the news, how is it, the sales volume is surprising, right?"

"Surprises are surprises."

Meng Huo frowned slightly: "But you just said this?"

If it's just about sales, Alice can call them, there's no need to come here early in the morning.

"Of course not, there are other reasons."

Alice shook her head and smiled wryly. It is actually inconvenient for her to go to the company now.

Yesterday's book sales had brought Meng Huo into the attention of many media, and now there must be many reporters who want to find out the true face of Teacher He Xi. Ye Xiong made a decisive decision to keep Alice from going to work for the time being. He was worried that Alice, who was the editor in charge, would be discovered, so he followed the clues to find Meng Huo.

Phoenix Company wanted to protect Meng Huo to the core this time, and Alice just took advantage of this time to help Meng Huo with his homework, so the manuscript could be handed over to Ye Xiong in private.

"Then you stay today."

After listening to Alice's explanation, Meng Huo stood up and went to the kitchen and said to Li Qin, "Mom, sister Alice stayed for lunch today, and since she didn't sleep last night, can I borrow your room to sleep?"

Li Qin was washing the dishes, and laughed when she heard this.

"Let her use it, I'll go shopping for vegetables later."

Of course she agreed that Alice stayed more or less a chat companion.

"Sister Qin, I'm sorry to trouble you again."

Alice also came over to thank her. She didn't expect Meng Huo to offer to let her rest, and she couldn't help but glance at him gratefully.

So in the morning, Alice slept in Li Qin's room. Meng Huo drew a few pictures and read a few books in his spare time. question.

"Detective Conan" is just like the track, Meng Huo thought that his future life would be relatively free.

This kind of thinking made him a little restless. Meng Huo has been working hard to adjust his state and struggle since his rebirth. Especially recently, he has been too busy reading and painting. He has fallen in love with this kind of fulfilling life. Afraid of becoming lazy again,

As long as a person is lazy, it is even more difficult to struggle again.

Meng Huo felt that he should think about the next manga, but it is very tiring to serialize two manga at the same time, and spend his life on manga, okay?

He was a little irritable, so he put down his textbooks, walked to the living room, and started exercising on the treadmill he just bought.

Sports can both exercise the body and relax the mind. Meng Huo thought of Shen Jie's excellent physical ability, and suddenly thought that maybe he could learn martial arts. He was a martial arts fan in his previous life, but his body was ruined after staying in the house for too long.

The body is still very healthy in this life, and it is not impossible to learn martial arts.

Meng Huo was a little moved, he seemed to be able to see the scene of himself flying over the wall. But he soon realized that it was just a fantasy. Martial arts in TV and novels did not exist in reality, and practicing martial arts required a lot of energy and physical strength, which might hinder him from drawing.

With that time, it is better to use the talent of memory to learn other things.

"Pity……"

Meng Huo shook his head and gave up.

He thought it would be great if the air mass in his head could be used to increase his physical ability, so that he could become powerful without learning martial arts. As soon as this thought flashed across, suddenly, the unrecovered air mass in his brain moved, and a trace of air flowed out, flowing along the nerves and blood vessels to other parts of the body.

"boom!"

Meng Huo staggered, unable to keep up with the speed of the treadmill, and fell to the ground.

He didn't scream, but looked at various parts of his body in shock—what was that just now? Did the air mass flow to other parts of the body? Wasn't the air mass a flash of inspiration in his imagination? But something even more magical?

What else could he use it for?

Meng Huo's attention was immediately attracted by the air mass, and the popularity of the "Detective Conan" booklet faded from his mind.

But at this time, someone was scolding him.

"Why are you an ugly boy, I wish your child has no asshole..."

This was the 234th time that Bei Feng cursed Meng Huo in his heart today. His face was flushed with anger, but he was not as proud as usual, and he stood obediently in the office.

"Teacher Mach..." Wang Zhe, the editor-in-chief of Longteng Youth Comics sitting in front of him, let out a long sigh of relief, slowly closed "Detective Conan" in his hand, looked up and asked, "Have you read this booklet?"

"No."

Bei Feng lowered his head, not daring to lie. He knows that his achievements mainly come from the support of the company. Whether it is a cartoonist or an idol, as long as Longteng Company is not satisfied, it may take back everything from him at any time.

"Hmph, no?"

Wang Zhe snorted coldly: "You don't even read the enemy's cartoons. You are not wronged. That cartoonist named He Xi is indeed a genius. I thought it was nothing more than that, but I didn't expect him to read the content in just a few words." became so much fun."

The character of Kaitou Kidd appeared very timely. Without him, the current result should not be the same.

"Take it back and study his painting method carefully." Wang Zhe threw "Detective Conan" to Bei Feng, and said coldly: "The signing will be temporarily closed, and I will notify you when there is news."

Bei Feng's face turned pale.

"Yes."

He took "Detective Conan" and turned to leave. A familiar editor walked past him without even looking at him.

Bei Feng suddenly felt cold all over. He was not replaced by a newcomer in the company, but he was going to be surpassed by a mere original cartoonist?

"No, impossible!"

Bei Feng would never admit this. What did a mere Ninghai City prove? He gritted his teeth and thought that "Detective Sherlock" still has readers cultivated throughout China for forty years, and they will never be defeated by a clown.

"I will be the last winner!"

His back disappeared into the editorial department of Longteng Youth.

"Editor-in-Chief, do we still need Teacher Mach?" The editor who passed Bei Feng just now asked, "His myth has been shattered."

"It's too early to draw conclusions."

Wang Zhe shook his head and said, "Actually, Mr. Mach did a good job of drawing "Sherlock", and the sales volume is also very impressive. It's a pity that Mr. He Xi is better at this style."

As long as Bei Feng can still make money, Wang Zhe has no reason to abandon it casually.

But he had other ideas.

"Send someone to investigate He Xi's true identity, and if it is confirmed that he is a young genius, then no matter how much it costs, he must be recruited!" Wang Zhe ordered, with a smile on his lips: "We are more suitable for his development than Phoenix Company. "

"If it is the same as the rumors, how many people are there?"

the editor asked.

"Then stab them out and ruin their reputation!"

Wang Zhe was merciless.